The Lawman of Silver Creek:. Lori Connelly

animal-like sounds escaped her until he captured her mouth once more.

      Need consumed her. She tore her lips from his, desperately begging him. The same single word repeated with every gasping breath.

       Please.

      Matt ignored her. His fingers played with her breast. He moved down, working his tongue around her nipple. Her head whipped side to side. She whimpered. His mouth closed over her, suckling.

      White-hot excitement shot through her. Incoherent, Claire struggled, frantic, torn between wanting him to stop and needing him to continue lavishing pleasure on her. Nothing existed for her, but him.

      Matt pressed against her entrance. Sensations overwhelmed her as he slid inside her an inch at a time. Her hands slid down over his ribs, grabbing his hips. She tried to hasten his pace, but he resisted. He continued moving so slowly that Claire thought she’d go insane. Then he hit her barrier and stopped.

      “Please Matthew.” Her voice was raw, almost a scream.

      His gaze locked on hers. “I love you.”

      With an expression so intense that it bordered upon pain, Matt buried himself within her. She tensed as pain swirled with pleasure. Slowly, tenderly, he continued making love to her. Her need soon built again, overcoming everything else. She started arching against him, driven by a bone-deep ache.